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Friday 10 August 2012

Wreck This journal 2

So I while ago I posted about my 'Wreck This Journal' and promised that I would do weekly updates. Well, this is awkward. How about one big update on it to make up? Yes. So heres lots of photos of the pages I've done so far. I've still got about 50 to do! I think I'm going to get 'Mess' by Kerri Smith next. These books are really therapeutic actually. Quite addictive!




















Thursday 9 August 2012

Fifty Shades of Grey...

So, I'm not sure about how its going around the rest of the world, but in the UK there is a new phenomenon. All around the country, woman are salivating profoundly over their paperback copies of the Fifty Shades Trilogy. In the name of research and science, I decided to read these books and see what all the fuss was about...

I'm quite lucky, in the fact that I own a kindle. Otherwise buying these books might have been a slightly embarrassing experience. I don't think you could find one person who doesn't know what these books are about - sex. A LOT of sex. Owning a kindle meant that I didn't have to walk into my local bookstore and pick it up off the shelf, or else I might not have gone through with buying them. The paperback cover is an image of a knotted tie, with NO colour. I think this is an attempt to look mysterious. I can imagine E.L.James sat in her office thinking "Fifty Shades of Grey, what colour should the cover be...? I'VE GOT IT! GREY." I'm presuming that there are also more than fifty shades on the cover. Well played, James, well played. The cover is basically how I would envisage the cover of a 'dirty' novel. Its nothing out of the ordinary.

I still blush when I see people reading this in public. Its the fastest selling paperback EVER, so its no surprise that so many people are reading in on the train to work and such. But I shall tell you my problem with this book. I bought it on my kindle and read it in secret. I'm not being funny, but somehow I didn't think my parents would approve of a book about the insides out of bondage and kinky stuff. Last week, guess who had bought the book? My mum. So I now have to cope with the knowledge of my mum reading what I have. She'll sit reading it in the living room, and I can only guess what bit she's up to. Its disturbing. The fastest I've ever seen her read a book! She also said that I could borrow it after her if I wanted. No. I don't want my mum knowing that I know about kinky weird stuff like that! I won't even start on the fact that my Nanna is also reading it! 

Th storyline itself isn't actually that bad, regardless of what official book reviewers are saying. I wouldn't go as far as saying that its the next award winning piece of modern literature, but its not that bad. I would best describe it as in the same league as something that you'd read on holiday. You know those easy-reading chick flicks that aren't too strenuous or tiring and you don't have to really concentrate on what everyones saying? The sort of books with ludicrous plot lines that would never happen in a million years? Its like a not so friendly version of one of them. 

Basically its the story of an english literature graduate, Anastasia Steele, and how she meets the amazingly seductive, beautiful, sexy, mega-rich Christian Grey. And the basically for two and three-quater books its the debate over whether what they have is just 'kinky-fuckery' (quoted from the book) or love. I won't go into much more on the actual plot because some of you may have the desire to read it. But, honestly, its not as bad as it sounds. If you ignored the sex element, these books are genuinely something that I would read anyway. In my opinion, if the sex was glazed over like in other books, they would be just as good.

I found myself getting ridiculously consumed into this book. There were times reading this series that I wanted to throw my kindle across the room; and times when I was so happy, then almost in tears the next minute! The last half of Fifty Shades Freed had me go through a whole variety of emotions. There was a point where I was reading until about four in the morning, then had to stop because I was genuinely almost in tears. I refused to pick up the book for a few days after that! I never cry at books. The last time I cried at a book was the first time I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. It seems strange that this book is one that I would get so emotionally attached to!

So overall, I read these books with an open mind, and I was quite pleasantly surprised. I wouldn't recommend them for everyone, but if you're at a loose end and are looking to read something a little bit different, then give them ago.

One more post tonight I think, bye!



Random catch up...

So guys, I know its been a long time. I'm sorry. But I'm having a revolution and I'm going to start blogging a lot again! If I don't, I promise that you're all allowed to murder me in the most unique way you deem fit. Personally, I wouldn't recommend rusty spoons.

Whats been going on in my life, I here you ask. Well, my lovely readers, not an awful lot! I've got lots of little things that I want to talk about, but no big, huge topic to do an entire topic on, so to speak, so I'm sorry if this post seems really disjointed.

Firstly, I have finally decided what I want to do with my life. Phew. You know how I picked maths, biology, chemistry and psychology for my A Levels? Screw them. When I chose my subjects i had a huge debate over which subjects to take, and basically ended up taking similar ones to my friends, in pure panic. I've decided that I'm going to redo a year at sixth form and study English Literature, English Language and Economics. Then hopefully I can do journalism at university! Its weird, for the past year, I've HATED school, and the prospect of doing subjects that I'm good at has just boosted my spirits. I can't wait to read and it to actually count towards something! So, thats that!

You know the weird food phobia thing that I have? Thats gone. Yea, I think I've programmed it out of me. I got sick of people asking me out for meals and having to say no! Dates are much easier now! So thats making me much more happy!

I've been reading. You know how EVERYONE is going on about a certain trilogy of books? Yes, Fifty Shades of Grey. Well, I had to see what the fuss was about. I think I'm going to write a review of it sometime soon, (maybe tonight) and I'll post that up here, for you all to enjoy. 

I'm going to stop blogging about boys as much on here. I've figured that I can use this blog asa way to show that i'm interested in writing to universities, so writing about my love life won't exactly be ideal! If it weren't for my rule about not deleting posts, some of the older ones would have gone a long time ago! Its nice to see how much my writing has improved though, at least thats something!

Well, I'm going to do one or two more posts tonight, then hopefully another one later this week or next. I also need to write my personal statement for enrolment day at my school, joy of joys. So for the next hour or so, bye!

Tuesday 29 May 2012

Wreck This Journal...

Bonjour! So, I've been busy with exams for a while now, but the good news is, they're all over! I had my last one this afternoon. Its strange, I got in from my exam, and automatically started to try and revise. I then realised that I had nothing to revise for, and laughed at myself for about an hour. So mainly, I've been spending my first afternoon of freedom on tumblr. I have a new tumblr incase anyone didn't know, which you can find here, incase anyone is interested. 


So what I'm going to talk about today is something that I've seen a lot on tumblr. 
Its a book called 'Wreck This Journal' by Keri Smith. Its basically a book that you destroy. It gives you hints and stuff to, just incase you're as unimaginative and have as little creativity as I do. I decided to treat myself on Saturday, seeing as both my paychecks came at once, and Hollister pay considerably more than I thought they did (£5.90, YAY). So since my bank accounts looking considerably healthy, I decided that one book couldn't hurt. My god. This is possibly the best thing I've bought. 



If like me, you're a little bit of a perfectionist, you'll have a little bit of a love hate relationship with this book. When I bought mine, it was perfect; no corners bent, I even made sure the sides hadn't been crushed by what ever machine they use to make books. I'm a bit like that with books, they need to be perfect. The first thing the book had me do was break the spine. You should have seen my face. I've never broke the spine of a book. So yea, the book is considerably less 'perfect' now that I've done a couple of pages. 


I was thinking I could make this a weekly thing?  What do you guys think? Anyway, I'll hopefully blog again soon, but for now, byeeeeee.....


Wednesday 9 May 2012

Work...

I am back! You can stop worrying now, I didn't die on Friday the 13th, as you probably all though. I've just been extremely busy. I keep having to repeatedly say to myself "I love a levels" about 32 times a day, just to stop me loosing my mind. I can't actually remember if I told you this in my last post, it was so long ago (Esh, sorry...), but I have dropped the dreaded subject that is chemistry! A Levels are SO much easier only having to tackle three of them. But anyway, thats not what I'm going to talk to you about today...

You know how most teenagers, once they get to the age of 16 or 17, start to want making a little bit of money, and get a part time job? Notice the singular term there? A part time job. Singular. Well, avoiding the norm, as I love to do, I have TWO part time jobs. Youth unemployment, my arse. Two part time jobs, plus three a levels. I want to weep. 

So my first job is in the lovely NHS. For those lovely readers who live outside the UK, I'm really not sure how much you know about the british health system, but we don't pay insurance, we just get everything for free. It all comes from taxes. And like most other first world countries, we're also in a recession, economic downturn, blegh, how ever you want to say it. That means that we, the great british public, pay more taxes. So how come a humble cleaner, or 'Domestic Assistant' such as myself can get paid over £14 an hour to empty bins? I don't mean to be ungrateful, but as a 16 year old, if you paid me £5 an hour, I probably wouldn't complain. David Cameron, I hope you're taking notes. Tax payers, your hard earned money that you think is going toward improving the deficit, helping our lovely greek buddies, or buying Nick Clegg some choccy biscuits to have with his cup of tea (we are british after all), is in fact in my pocket, going towards a lovely pair of shoes I spotted in Topshop the other week. This is why I like David Cameron. 

Now, my second job. I'm quite proud of this one, I will admit. The other week, while worshiping the lovely shoes I mentioned above, in Topshop, I was approached by a lovely person from Hollister. I am now a 'model' in Hollister. I'm aware that this is probably a much bigger deal in America, but here in the UK, I'm still kind of amazed that I was picked. For those who don't know what Hollister is, its the daughter brand of Abercrombie&Fitch. You know the store that has topless boys standing outside that make you want to cry over their abs? Yea, that one. Basically Holister is Abercrombie's rebellious daughter, who goes to beach parties a lot. Thats how I would describe it anyway. So, what does being a 'model' actually mean? Well, notice how I keep putting the term 'model' in little floating things? I'm not actually a model. I'm a sales assistant with a fancy title. Apparently we're called 'models' so the company can get away with making us dress a certain way. When I log onto their employee website, their is a two page 'look policy'. As far as I'm aware, if I dye my hair, or cut it without them having prior notice, I die. Or get sacked. Yaaaaay.

Now, back to the political side of things. I'm 16 years old, with two jobs. Normally 16 year olds don't pay tax. Normally 16 year olds with a part time job don't pay tax. But a 16 year old who has two part time jobs, earning over £300 a month? They pay tax. I feel grown up. So I pay taxes, and taxes pay for the NHS, and the NHS pay for me. I'm basically paying myself to work. If A Levels worked like this, I'd be much more motivated...

Well, exams start on Monday, so I'm not going to promise that I'll write soon. But I shall give you an update when I can. For now, byeeeeeeeee.....

Friday 13 April 2012

My Bucket List...

I've been trying to blog for a couple of days now, but I couldn't think of a suitable/ interesting topic. So I'm going to do what I normally do, and just ramble on about something that isn't really important, but I still think is mildly interesting about me. 


So I started writing my bucket list about three months ago. I know most people start bucket lists when they reach a certain age, but, this way, I can cross off as I go along. It started off as just a few things, but its gradually increased to the size of a small novel. I now have 125 items on my bucket list. I know it sounds really ambitious, but I'm only 16, and I've got the rest of my life to complete it. Some of them are a little bit silly, some a little bit serious, but they're all things that I want to do at some point in my life. So, without further ado, here is my bucket list (so far...)...

1. Complete everything on my bucket list.
2. Go on a road trip.
3. Successfully complete my yoga schedule (I've failed four times now). 
4. See Boyce Avenue live.
5. Move to California.
6. Kiss a Dolphin.
7. Complete the cinnamon challenge.
8. See the Statue of Liberty.
9. Be able to eat without feeling anxious.
10. Open a patisserie in Paris.
11. Find the perfect guy for me. 
12. Spend the night in an aquarium.
13. Read 365 books in one year (attempted, never completed).
14. Lay on the road in the middle of the night, and look at the stars (The Notebook, anyone?).
15. Catch a jar of fireflies.
16. Visit Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
17. Get a manicure.
18. Spend an entire day cuddling with someone I love. 
19. Go to university in America.
20. Buy my first home.
21. Own an Audi R8.
22. Travel the world.
23. Throw a drink in someones face (any volunteers...?).
24. Swim with manta rays.
25. Work for Rolling Stone's magazine.
26. Learn how to tie a knot in a cherry stem with my tongue.
27. Get a cake from Charm City Cakes.
28. Go to every Hard Rock Cafe.
29. Go on a no budget shopping spree.
30. Learn how to make sushi.
31. Be spoiled on Valentines Day.
32. Get an infinity tattoo.
33. Take one photo everyday for the rest of my life. 
34. Have a relationship that lasts successfully for at least a year.
35. Compete on Britain's Next Top Model (I'd never get in, but its worth a shot). 
36. Eat my own weight in chocolate.
37. Visit New York.
38. Learn how to knit ( I used to know, but I forgot...).
39. Become a wedding planner.
40. Own a DLSR.
41. Learn how to snowboard.
42. Go on an african safari.
43. Steal a street sign.
44. Swim under a waterfall.
45. Visit Pixar Studios.
46. Become a professional chef. 
47. Meet Charlie McDonnell. 
48. Name a star.
49. Become a Victoria's Secret angel.
50. Write a love letter.
51. Get an anchor tattoo.
52. Get my driving licence.
53. Wish on a shooting star.
54. Go to a Taylor Swift concert. 
55. Play beer pong.
56. Have my '11:11' wish come true.
57. Visit Monte Carlo.
58. Have my children grow up with Harry Potter and The Hunger Games.
59. Own a beach house. 
60. Have a wardrobe I actually like.
61. Live in New York.
62. Spend my 21st in Vegas. 
63. Work at Disneyland.
64. Meet the cast of Harry Potter. 
65. Own something from Tiffany&Co.
66. Wear a beautiful wedding dress.
67. Kiss at the top of the Empire State Building.
68. Have the perfect kiss.
69. Slow dance under the stars.
70. Cliff jump.
71. Scuba dive in the great barrier reef.
72. Ride a vespa.
73. Meet my grandchildren.
74. Have my poetry published (I write poems by the way.)
75. Buy my parents a new house. 
76. Dance with my kids in the rain.
77. Kiss under the Eiffel Tower.
78. Go to Coachella.
79. Run a marathon (No need to laugh...).
80. Kiss under a waterfall.
81. Watch a meteor shower.
82. Play hide and seek in Ikea.
83. Go to Glastonbury.
84. Kiss under mistletoe.
85. Learn to surf. 
86. Marry the guy of my dreams.
87. Drop a dress size. 
88. Be an aunt. 
89. Find love without looking for it.
90. Make him the happiest guy in the world. 


I think I'll leave it at 90. No doubt my now you've gotten bored (skim read the last 70, didn't you?). Besides, I've ran out of ones that I'm comfortable sharing. Scary how many people I know that know about my blog. I've lost track of the number of people in school who know. Yikes...

Tuesday 27 March 2012

10 Reasons why I'm sick of boys...

Title says it all, really...

1. Guy Number 2 has decided to barge his way back into my life. What started off as a "Hey, how you doing? We haven't spoke in ages! x ", swiftly turned into "Look, I just wanted to say that I really miss you x ". Baring in mind the last time we talked was when he rejected me, its slightly awkward. He's joined the army, which confuses me, because I found myself getting quite distressed by this. It would kill me if something happened to him. 


2. The group of chavs walking behind me on my way home from school, asking to feel my 'tits'. I had to seriously fight the urge to roundhouse kick them in the face.


3. Guy Number 1 having the same free periods as me at sixth form. Imagine my surprise when half way through one of my frees last week, he comes and sits right beside me, looks straight into my eyes and says "Hi Amy" in a very sexy voice. I've always had a weakness for his eyes, so finding myself staring into them after half a year of zero contact, basically rendered me speechless. Goodbye 'study' periods...


4. Guys who stare at my ass as I walk through the common room, yet would laugh if I ever dared ask them out, just because they're 'popular'. Thats right, I see you stare. Its made worse by the fact that most of them have girlfriends.


5. The fact that one of the guys who I have a crush on is way out of my league. 


6. The fact that one of the guys that I have a crush on is apparently WITHIN my league, yet I'm still too scared to make a move.


7. The fact that even though I say that I'm sick of boys, really all I want is a relationship, because after nearly two months of being single, I'm really lonely. I miss having a boy tell me that I'm beautiful and that they love me. 


8. The fact that love means different things boys than it does to girls.


9. Before I got involved with boys, I was quite happy being single, now, it the most depressing thing in the world.


10. The fact that boys seem to be way worse than girls at rubbing their happiness in your face. It feels like I get punched in the face everytime I talk to some people. 


My friends and I have a little joke about what we're going to do to boys who hurt us, and only recently has it started being brought up again. So to any of my friends who might be reading this, and know what I'm on about, I think its time to get the rusty spoons out.... *insert evil laugh*....